Free The Debt 3 by Kelly Favor Page A

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heaving.   “That doesn’t prove
anything, Jake.”
    “You want me to prove it?” he said,
gripping her blouse on either side with his hands and ripping it open,
revealing her lacy white bra.   He
grabbed her bra and unclipped it from the front, and it fell away from her
breasts.
    “Jake,” she said, “We can’t.”
    “Oh yes we can and will,” he said, “ because I’m not going to pretend anymore.   I’m done being fake, Raven, what do you
think about that?”
    “I, I think you need to…to stop and
really slow down and consider…”
    “Consider what, exactly?” he said, as he pressed
forward.
    She stepped back.   “Consider the consequences.   Maybe we shouldn’t… ”   But the truth was she wanted it,
wanted it worse than she would ever have dared admit.
    “I think maybe you’re the phony,” he
said, grabbing her hips, sliding her skirt down so that it dropped to the floor
at her feet.   “I think maybe you’re
the one who’s afraid of making this thing real between us.”   He grabbed her hips and pulling her
against him again, jamming his bulging hardness against her, through her
panties.
    She could feel him between her legs, and
she was stunned at how quickly this had all come to pass.
    She was half-naked, more than half-naked,
and he was kissing her.
    His lips pressed on hers, opened her
lips, and then his tongue went inside, and she met it, breathing out, a tiny
high-pitched moan that said she was about to give into him completely.
    He met her, moaning himself, deeply, and
then he was grabbing her buttocks with both hands and pulling her against him,
grinding against her, and she could feel him on her pussy, and she was getting
so wet.
    “Fuck me,” she whispered, as he kissed
down her jaw.
    “Raven,” he said, holding the side of her
face with one hand and making her look in his brown eyes.   “I want you.   I’ve wanted you from the very
beginning.”
    “Jake, I’m scared,” she breathed.
    “Don’t be,” he said, and then he was
pushing her against the wall, and he was sliding her panties down, finger-fucking her wetness with two fingers while he kissed
her neck and pinned her right arm against the wall with his left.
    He was slowly fucking her with his
fingers, almost as if it was in place of his cock.   And she wanted the real thing, even
though she’d never had that before.
    “Oh, God,” she said, as her legs
spreading out almost involuntarily.   His fingers were penetrating deeply into her, and she was gushing, her
juice was spilling out and she could smell sex in the air now.
    “Fuck you are tight,” he muttered,
continuing to thrust his fingers in and out and in and out.
    She screamed, and then she was coming
despite her best efforts to hold out, and the orgasm was like an explosion, and
it shuddered through her body, leaving her weak and breathless.
    “Grab me,” he told her, his breath coming
in harsh gasps.   “Take me out.”
    She unzipped his pants quickly, her
fingers fumbling.   “I want you in my
mouth so bad,” she told him, even though she’d never done that before
either.   What if she was terrible at
it?
    But Raven didn’t care—she’d been
taken over completely by lust.   Everything in her wanted him, wanted to suck him, to feel his perfectly
huge cock in her mouth and then her pussy.   She wanted to be filled up by him, to be as close as they could possibly
be together.
    His brown eyes stared into hers as she
found his cock with one grasping hand, and she began stroking his shaft, and it
was slick with his own excitement.   She started to bend down to put him in her mouth.
    “No,” he said.   “Just your hand.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t want to rush you,” he told her.
    “But I want to.”
    He looked into her eyes.   “Your hand is enough,” he said.   “More than enough.”
    And so she began stroking him again,
faster and faster, and he started to finger fuck her wet pussy again.  
    The palm of his hand was